Lin Feiwan leaned in Hua Muqing's arms, with tears in her eyes. Suddenly, with the help of Hua Muqing's external force, she collapsed on the ground, held Chu Wuhen's hand, and crawled to his side.
"My lord, have you really never loved me?"
Xie Rusheng, who was lying on the ground, grabbed Xiao Che's legs and asked with difficulty
"No!" Seeing that he had blocked a knife for him, Xiao Che was being polite to him by not kicking him away.
"Haha, I know, but I really loved you, loved..." After Xie Rusheng said these words, he pulled out the knife from his chest, pointed it at his heart, and stabbed him again
Xie Rusheng looked up at Xiao Che's surprised face and smiled: "Your Majesty, I will bury my love for you deep in the ground."
Then he tried his best to look at the flower and tree demon, said three words with difficulty: "I'm sorry", and then fell to the ground, dying.
When Hua Mu Yao saw this, he felt a little pity for Xie Rusheng. After all, they had been brothers for so many years. Even though Xie Rusheng betrayed them, the affection between them was still there.
Xie Rusheng's end may be just because he fell in love with a man he shouldn't have loved.
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Chu Wuhen's blood flowed all over the floor. Lin Feiwan sat in his blood and hugged him with difficulty. She looked at his pale face and kept roaring, but she still couldn't make a sound.
The mute's mournful wail suddenly spread throughout the palace, causing those who heard it to hide their faces.
Upon seeing this, Xiao Che hurriedly stepped forward to untie Lin Feiwan's mute point, and was about to carry her away. Lin Feiwan reached out and slapped Xiao Che, yelling: "Don't touch me!"
Xiao Che froze on the spot, but still leaned down to pick up Lin Feiwan
Lin Feiwan used the last bit of strength in her body to struggle against Xiao Che's movements. Her right hand held Chu Wuhen's left hand and refused to let go.
"You murderer, you still have no trace of your life!" Lin Feiwan clenched the hairpin in her left hand and stabbed Xiao Che's shoulder with one hand.
"emperor……"
The group of people rushed forward and subdued Lin Feiwan to the ground. Lin Feiwan's bloody face was pressed against the cold floor tiles, but her eyes never left Chu Wuhen's shadow.
"Let her go." Hua Muqing stepped forward and opened the dark soul that was holding Lin Feiwan, and the two hugged each other and started fighting.
Lin Feiwan, who had regained her freedom, pushed herself up and crawled on the ground, crawling step by step in the direction of Chu Wuhen. The blood stains along the way wet the carved floor tiles beneath her.